Zuo Zhicheng's voice sounded softly in Yi Yonghou's ears: "You think I have been observing for so long and collecting data for so long, but I can't detect the flaws of your Taoist technique?

Whether it is time and space Taoism or Taoism solidification, it cannot be truly fully automated."

Zuo Zhicheng's voice came in front of Yi Yonghou, but it made him feel a sincere uneasy like a demon's humming.

"Because many situations in real life require manual judgment. You can't even explode when you step on the ground, and you'll be hit on the shoulder and teleport."

Zuo Zhicheng's index finger pressed on Yi Yonghou's forehead, and slowly moved from the other party's forehead to the tip of his nose: "This is the secret door you set yourself. When the secret door is opened, all Taoist techniques will be activated. When the secret door is closed, all Taoist techniques will be closed.

However, this secret door mechanism is obviously extremely complex, and it has something to do with the various parameters of your body. I also spent a lot of time analyzing it to almost solve it."

"Impossible." Yi Yonghou had disbelief and nervousness in his eyes: "Even if you can see the flaws in my movements and psychic operations, you cannot control them. How can you crack my Taoist skills?"

"Is it impossible?" Zuo Zhicheng asked back, "Isn't my current actions more convincing than your guess?"

As he spoke, Zuo Zhicheng's nails contracted slightly, as if a tiger had opened its flesh claws. With his own control, he did the same thing.

However, his fingertips were a hundred times stronger than tiger claws. With a gentle movement, he cut a shallow wound with almost no bloodshot on Yi Yonghou's forehead.

There was no explosion, no teleportation, and no Taoist magic happened. Yi Yonghou's expression was full of surprise.

"You actually...really did it."

"Is it difficult?" Zuo Zhicheng's hand gently placed on Yi Yonghou's shoulder: "As long as you learn the knowledge I have given you, you can do it easily."

"I will never join you." As Yi Yonghou spoke, he punched Zuo Zhicheng hard. But he was gently caught by the other party, as if he was hiding an ordinary person's punch. There was no explosion, and it seemed that the Taoist technique on Yi Yonghou's body had completely failed.

A person who has been practicing Taoism for many years suddenly lost the ability of Taoism. What a major blow. Almost as Yi Yonghou discovered this, his emotions began to lose control.

I saw him angry and yelled at Zuo Zhicheng with his mouth wide open.

Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!

The violent sound thunder condensed into a ball and directly bombarded Zuo Zhicheng's body. But it was like a phantom that directly penetrated Zuo Zhicheng's body without any injuries. Instead, a sandstorm was set off in the space hundreds of meters behind Zuo Zhicheng.

Thumb, Yiyong took three steps in a row and looked at Zuo Zhicheng in disbelief.

"Are you still hiding a hand?" Zuo Zhicheng patted his chest, as if shaking off the dust that was invisible to the naked eye: "I said that I have cracked your Taoist art. It's not that you can't perform Taoist art, but that your Taoist art has become invalid for me."

"Impossible!" Yi Yonghou roared wildly, swung his fist, and hit Zuo Zhicheng frantically. But just like a striking fist, he had no effect in a row for more than ten consecutive punches. Instead, his own feet tripped and fell to the ground.

Yi Yonghou raised his head, but found that Zuo Zhicheng had walked behind him at some point. When he touched his face, he could feel wounds of all sizes. Although he could not feel pain or blood, they were really here, like scars, lying ugly on Yi Yonghou's face.

Three Nine Sons Divine Thunders exploded.

Then another finger was sacrificed for blasting.

The continuous attacks caused a tide in the sky, but they could not hurt Zuo Zhicheng's hair.

Yi Yonghou looked at Zuo Zhicheng in despair, and the other party's body was not even stained with a trace of dust.

Zuo Zhicheng said lightly: "Surrender. If you don't want to say anything, I can only use the Hell Soul-Brushing Sutra to wash away your personality and memories. That's really boring."

While he was speaking, he had already pressed his palm on Yi Yonghou's head, as if he was about to launch the Hell Soul-washing Sutra at any time.

After a quick swipe, Yi Yonghou suddenly disappeared and appeared again and had already arrived at another place.

But Zuo Zhicheng was still standing in front of him, and he swept it again. Yi Yonghou disappeared again, but Zuo Zhicheng was still standing in front of him.

After four consecutive shifts, Zuo Zhicheng also appeared with him to 4 different places.

"Why! Why! Why!" Yi Yonghou's expression became more and more crazy and ferocious, as if the pressure on his brain had reached its limit: "Why do you follow me too!"

Zuo Zhicheng walked up slowly, his mouth touched Yi Yonghou's ear, and said lightly: "Surrender."

Yi Yonghou laughed bitterly, but a trace of destruction flashed through his eyes.

"Even if I die, I will not be your subordinate. I am Yiyong Hou, a rank-in official of the Great Qi Dynasty. I will definitely leave a piece of my mark in history books. How could I be your slave?"

As he spoke, a trace of red cracks had emanated from his body, as if his whole body was constantly cracking.

"Are you exploding yourself?" Zuo Zhicheng looked at the cracks from the faint light on the other party's body, and frowned: "If you live, you will have a chance, you don't have to do this."

"I would rather die by relying on others." Yi Yonghou said frantically: "I will never be a slave to anyone again, never, this is the oath I made after I arrived in the New World."

As he spoke, the light on his body became more and more intense, and his whole body was like a human-shaped torch, and his self-destruction had already reached an irreversible step.

It was at this moment that Zuo Zhicheng suddenly said, "I'm lying to you."

"Hmm?" Yi Yonghou was stunned.

"If it were really cracked, I would have killed you or knocked you out. I just used the right way to change your sense of direction and distance. It seems that you didn't notice that the touch was wrong."

Yi Yonghou's head suddenly became slightly dizzy, and Zuo Zhicheng in front of him suddenly appeared dozens of meters away. He had never approached Yi Yonghou, and even every time he contacted, he was just an illusion of distance and direction.

‘The targets I just attacked... are all sandy?’

The illusion is a distortion of the illusion transmitted through the air, and it will be transmitted as long as a person wants to breathe. Zuo Zhicheng said so many things before, obviously in order to allow the illusion to fully enter Yiyonghou's body.

"I have only recently made the Taoist technique that is close to this level." Zuo Zhicheng said lightly: "As for the scars on your body, they are just scratched by me by throwing sand, and controlled to the extent that they will not cause your Taoist technique to be activated. I have detected this level.

Originally, I had poisoned it, but it seems that after your body is semi-psychic, ordinary poisons will no longer work."

Hearing Zuo Zhicheng's words, Yi Yonghou of course became more and more angry the more he listened. The more he became, the more violent the fluctuations in his body became stronger. He tried desperately to stop, but found that the fluctuations were only getting more and more intense, and his strong anger continued to increase the speed of self-destruction operation.

"As for telling you the answer in the end, it is also to speed up your self-destruction." Zuo Zhicheng's mouth curled up slightly: "How about it feeling that he knew he shouldn't be angry and should stop, but he could not do it?"

From the beginning of the meeting, every word and sentence of Zuo Zhicheng was a trap of death. What is true and what is false? Yi Yonghou suddenly felt dizzy.

"Yiyonghou, stubborn, these four words are your limit."

"Zuo Zhicheng! Fuck..." Yi Yonghou's seven orifices ejected a burning flame, and finally turned into light that swallowed everything, swallowing the desert within a radius of tens of thousands of meters in one breath.

"I said, I can be anyone."

Facing the light, "Zuo Zhicheng"'s skin gradually cracked, and finally turned into fragments and disappeared completely. A silver-white skeleton-shaped robot appeared. It turned out that Zuo Zhicheng in front of him had recorded the sound in advance, and was wrapped in x-2000 of the exoskeleton epidermis.

The reason why Yiyong Hou encountered four consecutive space transfers is because Zuo Zhicheng did the same processing with Geao and other x-2000s, and then placed it in different locations. They are calculated based on mathematical models, and the highest probability point after Yiyong Hou's space transfer. (To be continued)

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